To Mrs. Condict, June 6, 1870.
If you can get hold of the April number of the Bibliotheca Sacra, read an article in it called “Psychology in the Life, Work and Teachings of Jesus.” I think it very striking and very true. Praying for Dr. —— this morning, I had such a peaceful feeling that he was safe. Do you feel so about him? I had a very different experience about another man who has been to see me since I began this letter, and who said I was the first happy person he ever met. May God lay that to his heart!... Rummaging among dusty things in the attic this forenoon with great repugnance, I found such a beautiful letter from my husband, written for my solace in Switzerland when he was in Paris (he wrote me every day, sometimes twice a day, during the two months of our enforced separation) that even the drudgery of getting my hands soiled and my back broken was sweetened. That’s the way God keeps on spoiling us; one good thing after another till we are ashamed. Well, let us step onward, hand in hand. I wonder which of us will outrun the other and step in first? I am so glad I’m willing to live.
In the course of this spring The Percys was published. The story first came out as a serial in the New York Observer. It was translated into French under the title La Famille Percy. In 1876 a German version appeared under the title Die Familie Percy. It was also republished in London. 
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Lines on going to Dorset. A Cloud over her. Faber’s Life. Loving Friends for one’s own sake and loving them for Christ’s sake. The Bible and the Christian Life. Dorset Society and Occupations. Counsels to a young Friend in Trouble. “Don’t stop praying for your Life!” Cure for the Heart-sickness caused by a Sight of human Imperfections. Fenelon’s Teaching about Humiliation and being patient with Ourselves.
The following lines, found among her papers after her death, show in what spirit she went to Dorset:
Once more I change my home, once more
Life in this rural stillness and repose;
But I have brought with me my heart of sin,
And sin nor quiet nor cessation knows.
Ah, when I make the final, blessed
I shall leave that behind, shall throw aside
Earth’s soiled and soiling garments, and shall range
Through purer regions like a youthful bride.
Thrice welcome be that day!
Do thou, meanwhile,
My soul, sit ready, unencumbered wait;
The Master bides thy coming, and His smile
Shall bid thee welcome at the golden gate.
DORSET, June 15, 1870.
To Mrs. Condict, Dorset, June 18, 1870.